Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Mo Qiuxi always shoots her face with cold water. Only this cold feeling can keep her awake and sensible.

She thought about it for a while, then sorted out her clothes and hair, wiped the water off her face, and wiped her hands, before going out of the bathroom.

As soon as she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Leng Wanqing walked out with the vegetable in her hand, and said intimately: "Qingzhu, are you back? I just made a few dishes with my aunt and I haven't practiced for a long time. , I remember you love to eat these, I will see if it suits your taste later."

The cold and natural tone is as if she was the one waiting at home, waiting for Wen Qingzhu to go home.

Mo Qiuxi listened, with a cold smile in his mouth, and said: "I'm sorry, the taste of Qingzhu has changed for a long time."

Mo Qiuxi told herself that she must defend her sovereignty, even if she can only defend for a while, she must also defend.

Big deal, she left, she can't bear it anymore, she can't stand the atmosphere.

Even if she could not bear it anymore, she could not bear such a scene, it was a face-slap.

She Mo Qiuxi was beaten, should she endure?

It’s too tired to endure.

Leng Wanqing originally said with a smile, Leng Buding heard Mo Qiuxi's words, turned her head, and her eyes almost fell out in shock.

"You... why are you here?"

Mo Qiuxi smiled sarcastically, "What did Miss Leng say, I am Qingzhu's wife, why can't I be here?"

Leng Wanqing smiled embarrassingly, and then looked at Wen Qingzhu in tears, "Qingzhu, I..."

Wen Qingzhu sighed, "Qiu Xi!"

Mo Qiuxi also looked at Wen Qingzhu deeply, "Do you think I am wrong?"

"No!"

Wen Qingzhu suddenly felt this kind of scene. He couldn't parry him. He had a headache. His mother was really...

Qiu Jingman also heard it. It seems that the difference has always been the clever Mo Qiuxi, how can it be so tit-for-tat.

"Qiu Xi, I am here to visit me. I used to look at her as a daughter. This is back. I thought about having a family dinner together. Don’t you mind."

Qiu Jingman doesn't talk too much, he always takes care of his face.

"Auntie, shouldn't I come here?"

Leng Wanqing's teeth were biting her lips, her face was grieved, and her voice was sobbing.

"Why shouldn't you come here? It's all a family. It's not easy for you, a child. You have worked hard all these years. Others only look at your scenery and see your hard work."

"Auntie used to treat you as a child of your own family. Although you are busy, you always remember to bring something to your aunt. It is good to have this filial piety. I have no daughter under my knees, so you can be so considerate."

Mo Qiuxi stood there awkwardly, with a hot face.

She was the only one who should clearly cry, and Leng Wanqing was indeed acting.

Looking at Wen Qingzhu's look, is he also distressed?

Mo Qiuxi really has an urge to leave here.

She felt her throat choked and her nose was sour.

Wen Qingzhu's eyes have always been on Leng Wanqing, seemingly caught in some kind of memory.

Wen Qingzhu's father, Wen Zhenghong coughed and said, "Qiu Xi, come over and sit down and eat immediately. What do you stand there for?"

Mo Qiuxi froze for a moment, hesitated, or walked slowly to sit down.

Wen Qingzhu would also recover, holding Mo Qiuxi's hand, and asked worriedly: "Qiu Xi, why is your hand so cold?"

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